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 Somalia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.