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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Youth Brigade 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.