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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.