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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.