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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.