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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 a rhodes and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.