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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
The Sound,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.