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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
The Victims,
CMW,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.