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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.