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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Associates 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.