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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.