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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.