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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.