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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.