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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.