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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
MDC,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.