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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Audionom,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.