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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.