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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.