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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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 Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.