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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.