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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.