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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.