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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.