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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.