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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.