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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.