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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.