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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.