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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.