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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Wire,
Nico,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.