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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Interpol,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.