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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
EPMD,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Monks,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
UT,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.