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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.