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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.