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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.