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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Can,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
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The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.