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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.