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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Wings,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.