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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.