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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.