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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.