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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.