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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.