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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.