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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.