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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
The Cure,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.