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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.