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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.