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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.