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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.