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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.