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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.