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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.