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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.