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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.