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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Association,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Can,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.