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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Section 25,
ABBA,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.