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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.