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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Crime,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.