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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.