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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.