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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.