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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.