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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.