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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.