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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.