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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.