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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.