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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.