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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.