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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.