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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.