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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.