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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.