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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.