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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.