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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.