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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.