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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Brick,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.