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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.