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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.