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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.