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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Scion,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.