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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.