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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.