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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.