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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.