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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.