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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.