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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the punk 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-ha. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.