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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.