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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.