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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.