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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.