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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.