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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.