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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.