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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.