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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.