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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.