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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.