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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.