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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
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.