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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.