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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.