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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.