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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Audionom,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.