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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Franke,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.