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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.