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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.