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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.