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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.