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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Index,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.