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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.