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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.