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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.