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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.