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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.