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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.