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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Doors,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.