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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.