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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.