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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.