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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.