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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.