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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
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,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.