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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.