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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.