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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.