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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.