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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.