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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.