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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.