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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.