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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.