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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.