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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Ronan,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.