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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.