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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.