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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Crime,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.