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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.