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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Sound,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.