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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.