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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.