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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.