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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Swans,
June Days,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.