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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.