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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.