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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.