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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.