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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.