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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
JFA,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.