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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.