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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.