Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.