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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.