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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.