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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.