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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.