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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Chrome,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.