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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Unwound,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.