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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.