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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.