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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.