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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.