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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.