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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.