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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.