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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Gong,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.