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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.