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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The Monks,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.