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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.