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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.