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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.