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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Scion,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.