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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.