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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Television,
Organ,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.