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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.