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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.