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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.