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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.