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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.