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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.