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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.