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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.