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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 La Düsseldorf 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.