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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.