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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Mars,
Echospace,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
UT,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.