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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Can,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.