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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.