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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.