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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.