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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.