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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Brick,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.