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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.