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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.