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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Slave,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.