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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.