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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.