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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
UT,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.