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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Can,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.