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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Busters,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.