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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.