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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.