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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.