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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.