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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.