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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.