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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.