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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.