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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.