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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.