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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.