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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.