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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.