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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.