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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.