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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.