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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.