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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.