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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.