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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
AZ,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Rekid,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.