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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.