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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Japan,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.