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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.