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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Visage,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.