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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.