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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.