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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Franke,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.