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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
X-101,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.