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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Franke,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.