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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.