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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.