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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.