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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Television,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.