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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.