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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.