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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.