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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.