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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.