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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.