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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.