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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.