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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Television,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.