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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.