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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.