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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.