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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
UT,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.