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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.