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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.