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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.