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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.