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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.