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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.