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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.