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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.