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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.