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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.