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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.