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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.