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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.