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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.