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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Slave,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.