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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.