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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.