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 France and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Section 25,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.