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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.