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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.