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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.