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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.