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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Pole,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.