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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.