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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.