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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Can,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
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