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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.