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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.