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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.