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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
cv313,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.