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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.