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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.