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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.