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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.