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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
DNA,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.