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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.