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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.