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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.