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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Urselle,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.