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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.