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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.