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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
China Crisis,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.