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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.