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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.