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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.