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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Can,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.