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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Dark Day,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.