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 Croatia and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Nas,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.