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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Index,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.