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 Romania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Brick,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.