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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.