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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.