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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.