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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.