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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.