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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.