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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.