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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.