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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.