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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Visage,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.