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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.