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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
The Residents,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.