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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.