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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.