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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.