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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.