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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.