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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Index,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Gories,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.