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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fad Gadget 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.