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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
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,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.