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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.