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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.