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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
UT,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Japan,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.