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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
New Order,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.