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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.