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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cowsills to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.