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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.