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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.