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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.