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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.