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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slave to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.