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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.