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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.