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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.