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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.