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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.