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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.