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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.