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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.