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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.