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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
the Association,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.