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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.