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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.