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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.