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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.