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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Litter,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.