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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.