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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.