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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.