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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.