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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.