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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
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Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.