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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.