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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.