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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Scion,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.