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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.