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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.