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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.