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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.