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 Chad 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Franke,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.