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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.