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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.