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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.