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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Index,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.