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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Fear,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Can,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Interpol,
CMW,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Index,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.