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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Scion,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Index,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.