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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.