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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
UT,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.