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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
cv313,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.