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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.