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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Chrome,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Rekid,
JFA,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.