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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.