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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.