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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.