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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.