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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
cv313,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.