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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 AZ to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Franke,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.