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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
PIL,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.