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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.