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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.