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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.