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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.