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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.