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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.