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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.