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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.