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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.