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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.