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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.