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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.