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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Wings,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Can,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.