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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.