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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.