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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.