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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
MDC,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.