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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.