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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.