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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Faust,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.