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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.