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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.