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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.