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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.