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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.