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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.