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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.