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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.