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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Skriet,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.