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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.