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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.