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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.