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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.