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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.