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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.