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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.