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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.