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 Gambia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.