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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.