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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.