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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.