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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
June Days,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.