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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.