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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.