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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Gong,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
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