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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Organ,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.