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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Franke,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.