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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.