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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.