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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.