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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.