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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.