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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.