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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.