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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 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?
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
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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.