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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.