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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 clarinet and a snare 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?
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Cymande,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.