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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.