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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.