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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.