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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.