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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.