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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.