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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
the Association,
UT,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.