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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.