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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
PIL,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.