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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.