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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.