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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.