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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.