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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.