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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.