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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.