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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
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.