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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Hoover,
AZ,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.