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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.