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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.