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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.