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 New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.