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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.