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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.