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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.