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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.