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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.