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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Technova,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.