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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Main Source to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.