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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.