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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.