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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.