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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.