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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.