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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.