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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.