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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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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.