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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faust to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.