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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.