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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.