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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.