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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
The Names,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.