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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
UT,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.