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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.