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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Symarip,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Can,
ABC,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.