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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.