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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
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,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.