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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.