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 France and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.