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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.