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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.