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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.