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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.