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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 a marimba and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.