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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ten City 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 jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.