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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
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,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.