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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Franke,
the Germs,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.