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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
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.