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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.