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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Q65,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.