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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.