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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.