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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.