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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.