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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
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Camouflage,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.