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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.