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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.