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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.