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 Botswana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.