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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.