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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.