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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.