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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Brick,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.