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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 mellotron and a snare 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
10cc,
Pagans,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.