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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.