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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.