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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Martian to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.