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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.